I'm tired of not believing
Depressed by what I'm seeing
Guided by my mind, ignoring what I'm really feeling
There's a different meaning
From this mess I've been in
These old sunken eyes they desperately need redeeming
There's a road
A thousand steps cut in the hillside
You got to climb
But the sight will give you butterflies
All my cares will look smaller from there
The view will give me chills
I'll see you there, with the wind in my hair
I'll meet you at the top of blast off hill
The temperature is cooling
Ready for re-fuelling
The drudgery of every passing day is gently gruelling
The habit's set for breaking
Time for demonstrating
Like is for filling up, for burning bright and not for wasting
There's a road
A thousand steps cut in the hillside
You got to climb
But the sight will give you butterflies
All my cares will look smaller from there
The view will give me chills
I'll see you there, with the wind in my hair
I'll meet you at the top of blast off hill
There's a different meaning
From this mess I've been in
These old sunken eyes they desperately need redeeming
There's a road
A thousand steps cut in the hillside
You got to climb
But the sight will give you butterflies
All my cares will look smaller from there
The view will give me chills
I'll see you there, with the wind in my hair
I'll meet you at the top of blast off hill
I'll see you there, with the wind in my hair
I'll meet you at the top of blast off hill